Adults Making Wishes

Adults Making Wishes

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"Are you the guy?" she asked.

He eyed her almost warily. "I might be. Are you from... AMW?"

She worked out the letters and nodded. Suddenly what she was doing seemed unseemly. Her head swiveled to the left, and then to the right, her eyes taking in the quiet neighborhood, seeing no people about.

He invited her in, a warmth rising up within his body as the realization took hold that this is really happening, a woman in his house who wants to have sex with him.

She eyed him with suspicion as she stood inside, his house smelling of cigarettes, her interested gaze seeing a few pairs of shoes just inside the front door, his, she presumed, and a rack with too many coats and jackets hung from it.

"You live alone?" she asked.

"I do," he said. "I had a dog, but she died."

The woman nodded. "I like dogs. I have a cat."

"Cat's are... okay," he said. "Want a drink? A beer, or whatever?"

Her eyes showed interest. "What are you having?"

He thought for a few seconds. "Whiskey, maybe?"

She quickly pondered, then said, "I took an Uber, so... okay."

He nodded, led the way to the kitchen. "You don't have a car?"

She didn't answer, but then... "The website said it's maybe best to not tell much about myself. I don't mean to be unfriendly, but..."

He nodded at the silence after she let her words end. "I read that too," he finally said. "The website said hotels are best. I could have drove to one, but... I didn't want to pay for one. I could have asked for the woman to pay, but that seemed wrong."

She nodded, watching him pour whiskey into two short glasses. She'd wondered about the house vs. hotel choice that she'd made, well aware that the Adults Making Wishes website had suggested hotels as the best and safest way of doing this, even going so far as to recommend using hotels near police stations. Now, she looked into his eyes as he handed her her drink, and she wondered why his wish had compelled her to choose it. She couldn't for the life of her remember why.

"You're nice looking," he said. He took a sip of his whiskey.

She faintly smiled. "That's not something I've heard much in my life."

He could see a sadness in her eyes. "Green eyes?"

She smiled a bit more. "Yes. Some Irish. Yours are... blue?"

He nodded. "Some English. How tall are you?"

She smirked. "You forgot that we're not supposed to tell things. I'm... Five five. If you ask me how heavy I am I'm not telling."

He nodded, a twinkle in his eye. A hundred-seventy pounds, he thought. Big curves but not big fat. Bigger than his dreams, but he couldn't deny the womanliness of her, especially her breasts, each one a double handful. He watched her take her second sip of whiskey, sip being a relative term. She was drinking.

"I'm nervous too," he said, adding, "First time for me."

She nodded, wondering if that was good or bad. She wondered how much she should tell, finally realizing that silence made her seem like a slut who'd done this lots of times. "Me too. First time. Does it seem to you like it's... to easy? Like there must be a catch? My father would say, 'The other shoe's gonna drop'."

"Too easy, that's what I was thinking," he agreed. "I mean, I post my wish and... here you are. And you're nice looking."

She smiled, a bit brighter this time. "You're not bad yourself. It worried me that you didn't post a picture, but then... I didn't either."

"Maybe it's more fun this way," he said. "It's been exciting so far."

She nodded, her eyes showing a kind of wonder, perhaps loosened already by the whiskey. He poured some more in her glass, and some in his.

"This is your wish, so... how does it go?" she asked, her eyes a bit wary again, but also excited.

He saw her cheeks pinkening from the question she'd asked, and then her whole face was pink, this fresh blush extending to her chest that showed above the low-cut of her stretchy top. Goosebumps on her arms made the fine, soft hairs on them more visible as she took another big sip of whiskey.

He wondered if he should jump right in, telling the wish that was in his mind at this very moment. He looked into her eyes and saw that she seemed to be waiting for it. "Take off your pants, and your top."

She stood still, then nervously nodded. This was it, then. The real deal. The kind of excitement she'd signed up for, even though her better judgment had told her, time and time again, to stay away from the Adults Making Wishes website. But she'd finally done it yesterday afternoon, clicked the 'Accept' button on the website, and here she was with a stranger, a man who wasn't bad looking, wasn't great looking, was just run-of-the-mill. But his blue eyes showed a twinkle of fire, or maybe it was his own nervousness that kept them unblinking.

"If you want, like, a striptease or something, I'm not that," she said. "Would it be alright if I... go in your living room for a minute, and then come back in here?"

"Oh. Sure," he said, his twinkle brightening.

She set her drink on the counter and walked away, his eyes on her body, her ass. A big ass by the old way of thinking, not a big ass today. He stood in the silence when she was gone. He sipped whiskey. He felt his heart thumping. He glanced out the window at the daylight, the neighbor kids splashing in their pool.

Barefoot, she arrived without him seeing her. She'd done it on purpose, walking so quietly, glad he didn't see her walking in her underwear.

He sensed her there when she picked up her drink, the splashing neighbor kids suddenly gone from his mind. His eyes got stuck on her body, a soft, curvy body, decorated, now, with just a black lingerie bra and matching panties.

She felt wildly exposed, her blushing face and chest so warm, her whole body so warm. This was her best lingerie bra and panties she was showing him, not fancy expensive pieces but the prettiest she could find at the Target store in her neighborhood, bought just yesterday, just two hours after she'd clicked the 'Accept' button on the Adults Making Wishes website.

She watched his eyes looking at her body. "I'm not what most men wish for."

He lifted his gaze and saw the tinge of sadness had returned to her eyes. "Maybe I'm not most men. Will you... take off your bra?"

She smirked a little. "It seems wrong that it's a question. Your wishes, remember? Just... ask them."

Inside his pants his cock began to harden. "Take off your bra."

A few nervous, exciting seconds passed before she reached behind herself, unhooked her bra, and somewhat slowly took it off. The flesh of her breasts relaxed as she did it, and it was big flesh, and the relaxing was a sag, but oh, my, what a porny, sexy sag, these the biggest, tittiest tits he'd ever seen in real life. His eyes were stuck on them.

"You... wear a bikini."

She lowered her head and looked at herself, seeing what he was seeing, sharp tan-lines delineating milky white breast flesh from the somewhat suntanned rest of her. "My friend and her husband, they have a boat. I was on it over the weekend. I only wear it there. I wouldn't wear a bikini at the beach."

"Lucky guy. Just the three of you?"

She smirked. "Yes."

"Threeways?"

"No," she smirked.

"Keep an eye on the lump in his swimsuit next time. I'll bet you'll be happily surprised."

"I'm happily surprised right now," she said, her eyes seeing the lumped pants standing before her.

"I'm not an expert," he admitted.

She furrowed her brow. "At sex? I didn't expect you to be."

"What do you like?"

Her eyes widened. "Sexually?"

He nodded. "Why did you choose me?"

She blushed. "Your wish mentioned... you've hardly ever had a blowjob. Is that true?"

"Yes. It's true. Just one girlfriend sort of liked doing it, but even then it wasn't much. I guess it's just... something I desire."

She nodded, still noticeably blushing. "I sort of... really enjoy it, giving them, but... I mean... it's few and far between as I'm getting older. Your wish mentioned... sixty-nine. I guess I'll admit... that's what got me. That's what kept me clicking on you, reading your wish page again and again, until I... well... here I am, wishing my face wasn't so red."

He smiled sweetly. He poured some more whiskey into her glass, and into his. He and she both drank some. He badly wanted to see the back of her, see what her ass looked like in her sexy panties, but didn't want to treat her like a show pony. "Your friend's husband, the one with the boat, ever catch him looking at your ass?"

"Ha!" she smiled. "Once. Yes."

"What style bikini is it?"

"Wow. I didn't expect all these questions. Okay, so, it's... just regular. Not a thong or cheeky or anything. Is that what you mean?"

"Yes. I'm just imagining. I like your body."

She slightly smiled, seeing his eyes looking at all of her again. "I'm glad," she said. "I was worried you wouldn't. A guy with a wish, I was worried I wouldn't be it." She watched his eyes looking at her, a new warmth rising up within her. "I've never been a show-off, but..."

Standing in place she turned herself around, facing away, then looked over her shoulder at him. She saw his eyes on her ass. "Too big, I know. I've tried diets."

He slightly shook his head. "I'll be really happy. When you sixty-nine me."

Her eyes showed surprise as she held her twisted position, watching him ogle her ass. She smiled. "Nicest compliment ever, maybe. I can't remember a better one."

He smiled, looked into her eyes as she faced him again. He loved seeing her embarrassment still blushing her. "You're really cute," he said. "Did you have lots of boyfriends when you were a teenager?"

"Wow, such questions. No. A boy took me to prom. That was my first kiss. I dated a boy some in college. That was my first sex. We never got, like, serious in love or anything."

He nodded a little, wondered about more recent relationships, but didn't want to pry.

"I'm alone... these days," she added. "I'm not cheating on anyone."

He nodded, thought for a moment about her being alone. "Do you... touch yourself? Use a vibrator, or...?"

She smiled, excited that a man was interested in her sexuality. "Apparently your wish was to look into the mind of a lonely woman. Okay, so... yes, I touch myself. I have three vibrators. I had four but one stopped working. I have two dildos. I'd love to buy a Sybian machine but they're too expensive. I watch porn. I like porn. I read dirty stories. I tried writing one but I suck at it. I'm curious about your sex life, but I feel like I shouldn't ask. This is your wish, not mine."

"You can ask. I'm enjoying this. And anyway, I feel like this is both our wishes, or we wouldn't both be here, right?"

She smiled again. "Hey, I'm all for that, if you're okay with it. Okay, wow. Um... take off your shirt and your pants."

He smiled, set down his drink, walked out of the kitchen, just as she'd done. In the living room he saw her clothes draped on the arm of a chair. He stood by it and took off his shoes and socks. He took off his pants and shirt, casually folding them and draping them on the chair's other arm. He wished his cock wasn't hard, but in a way it seemed okay, sexy even, so he strolled back into the kitchen wearing just his underpants. He picked up his drink. He leaned against the counter again, the same way he'd been.

She eyed all of him, her eyes sticking on the big lump made by his obviously hard cock, easy to discern because his boxer-briefs were plenty snug and stretchy.

"I'm not what most women wish for," he said, smirking.

"I can't speak for others, but... seeing a man like... that, because of me, that's what I wish for." Her eyes zeroed in on his aroused lump to help explain what she meant. "You look... big."

"Somewhat. Maybe it makes up for the rest of me."

She smiled. "Look at us, just standing around in our underwear, drinking whiskey on a Saturday afternoon. Adults Making Wishes turns out to be kind of fun."

"A topless woman with a beautiful smile in my kitchen? Damn right this is fun."

She asked, "Is it still my turn? I have more questions."

He nodded. "Ask away."

"Do you touch yourself? Use any sex toys? Watch lots of porn?"

He smiled. "Yes, no, and yes."

Her eyes twinkled beautifully. "Is kissing part of your wish, or just a blowjob, sixty-nine and... fucking."

"Kissing, absolutely. More so now that I've seen you."

"Wow," she said. A warmth rose up within her again. Her nipples, hardening with tingly arousal, intensified this experience of being topless and so nearly nude. Her eyes looked at his big lump again, seeing that it seemed even bigger, and she knew all of this was serious now, the craziness of being here, the happiness at this man's apparent niceness, the delight at his happiness with her. She set her drink down on a countertop and went to him, stood before him, reached for the back of his head and urged it down to kiss her. And she kissed him, moaning at the warmth she felt, not only the warmth that had risen up within her but the warmth of this man, the bare front of him against her bare breasts, the gentleness of his embrace holding her as this first kiss smoldered with open mouths and warmly exploring tongues.

Her inner slut, always hidden from view unless she's alone, poured forth from her as she slid down this man's body, a moan escaping her as her hands pulled down his underwear, her mouth quickly on the wildly hard cock that sprung upward.

"Ohhhhhhh!" he moaned, watching her, seeing the swell of her fleshy hips as she squatted there, the soft muscles of her shoulders, the milky white of her bare breasts, but mostly her mouth with his cock in it. That's what he watched the most. "Ohhhh fuck yeah," he sighed as he took her soft-haired head in his hands.

As she sucked his cock more hungrily she could hear the kids outside playing in the pool, the sound and the thought of them being so near giving her a tingle from goosebumps, this pure slutishness feeling so good, so right, so exciting. She let herself be more eager with the blowjob, the way she wanted to be, her mouth wet, drooling now, her deep moans giving away her fiery hunger.

She tightened her mouth and moved her head, all the while moaning, fucking this nice man's cock with her sucking mouth. A big cock, her hands so happily stroking its slipperiness while she caught her breath. Not for long, though, her mouth so hungrily on it again, fucking it, drool hanging from her chin. Her silky hair so soft in his hands, his electrified cock so stiff and thrusting in her mouth, his body suddenly uncontrolled, spurting cum in the back of her mouth.

"Ahhhhhhh!" he cried as he came, holding her there but happy she wasn't pulling away, her hunger for cocksucking now a hunger for cum, her eager sucking and licking gathering all of it, swallowing it, licking it, kissing the tip as it oozed the last drops of it, then taking his long length into her mouth fully again, so slippery now, so slippery and warm.

He kissed her when she stood, her tongue showing him what a happy slut for cocksucking she is, giving him a feel for the slippery, a taste of his own cum. Her eyes sparkled with lust when she looked into his eyes after the hot kiss, but some bashful showed in them too.

He smiled.

She smiled, the bashful somewhat gone.

"That was... wow," he said.

She blushed, smiling sweeter. "I'm glad."

"Better than..."

She nodded. "Yes. Wow."

He held her hand and led her upstairs. It was warmer there, but he and she were already warm, the excitement inside both of them making them so, the nicely made bed looming.

She whisked off her panties and waited, just a few seconds until he took her hand and they mounted the bed, both of them nude. She pulled him to her breast and she lay back. He mouthed her big soft tits. He nibbled at her big firm nipples. He smiled at her happy moans. She held his head there, feeling his soft hair.

"Sixty-nine?" he asked.

She nodded.

He lay on his back and she threw a leg over him. She'd only done it with one other man. Long ago. The memory of it had lingered like a faded dream until...

"Oh!" she cried.

He tasted her wet cunt with his tongue first, then his lips joined in and he moaned. His tongue felt what he thought was her clit, the response of her body and her moan telling him he'd found it. So easy. A big clit. He'd had his mouth on few women, but this was the first clit he was certain of.

He closed his lips tight around it, his tongue doing a side-to-side massage of it. Her body jerked.

"Oh!" she cried.

He kept at it. Her body jerked again.

"Oh!" she cried.

He heard her fervid moans as her hunger increased, her mouth now full of his quickly stiffening cock, as hungry for it as she'd been downstairs, or even more so. He sucked her clit harder, tickled it firmer with his tongue. Her body's jerks were one after the other now, her leg's trying to straighten but he held tight to her thighs.

"Oh fuck yes!" she cried. "Fuck yes!"

He held tight but she did straighten, like she was flying on top of him. His tight mouth worked her clit and she was cumming, jerking, his cock tight in her hand as she cried out, her jerks becoming trembles, her thighs vibrating. She was there, and it consumed her.

She melted onto him, heavy, a good heavy. He loved being under her, relaxed and comfortable now, but she was still spasming with lingering orgasm, and he wanted to give her more. With his left arm he held her, tight against his mouth, and with his strong bowling arm he pushed against the bed and rolled himself and her. She was still whimpering a cry of love for it, his mouth still on her hot wetness, a cry that went loud when he moved himself to the opening between her legs, spread her thighs wide as she lay on her back, his hunger for the taste of her still-orgasming cunt making him lose his mind and eat her like he'd never eaten a woman before.

"OH!... GOD!" she cried, her whole body writhing now, her big soft tits moving freely.

He felt it was time, his cock so mightily hard, so he jumped to a sitting squat just like a young man would do, and he rammed his cock into her hot wet cunt, and she screamed her acceptance.

"FUCK YES!... FUCK ME!"

He lifted her legs and folded them against her, and he leaned into her and fucked. And he fucked and he fucked and he fucked, and her folded pelvis matched his rhythm, and she fucked and she fucked and she fucked. Her folded legs were fully against her now, her calves and ankles and feet bobbing in the air above her ears. Never had she been this way, never had she thought she could be this way, never had she been taken so thoroughly by a man, a man with his big long cock so hard he was fucking her up into another high-flying dream, an orgasming dream, her screaming cries of love for it echoing in the small room like sirens wailing and cymbals crashing. Her orgasm triggered his, and he cried out as he came, not pulling out, what little cum he had left melting into the hot wet fuck cream of her cunt, this tight, hot, slippery feeling the best thing he'd ever felt.

She stayed a while. She, and he, thought she'd leave after the wish was complete, the blowjob, the sixty-nine, the fucking. But she stayed a while. She gave an addendum to his wish -- her big round ass doggy-style. She wasn't sure, but she did it anyway, hoping it was a wish he hadn't mentioned.

"Oh!" she cried, feeling his hand suddenly there, his thumb on her asshole, some of his fingers inside her cunt.

Like a bowling ball, he smiled to himself, the roundness of it soft against his wrist, the holes of it tight and alive. He got his mouth in there next, her big clit too far under to properly take with his tongue, but it didn't matter, she loved it anyway.

"Oh fuck yes!" she deeply moaned, her movements now fucking his mouth. "Just like that!... Keep doing... like that!"

He granted her wish, ate her from behind until she was grunting like an animal, and until his cock was fully hard again, then he got up on his knees, held her big soft hips, and fucked her, deeply, from behind.

Words failed her now, but loud breathy moans and grunts conveyed her happiness. Her body matched his rhythm and this doggy-style burned on and on, flaring like a slow-rising wildfire until it was fast and smooth, this fucking fast and smooth, the soft flesh of her buttocks all a-jiggle, alive with motion, her breathy moans risen up into wordless cries as sweat began to glisten on her soft skin. Somewhat suntanned but still pale skin. The curvaceous, soft, pale skin of a woman who loves being fucked.

The neighbor children were still giggling and splashing in their pool out in their near backyard. She heard them so clearly when she had a drink of water in his kitchen, it made her wonder if they'd heard her when she was in the throws of those surprising orgasms upstairs. Those stunning, amazing orgasms upstairs. Thinking about his bedroom being on the back side of the house made her wonder it even more.

He walked her to the front door, his eyes meeting hers as she paused just inside it.

"How was your wish?" she asked, a pleasing twinkle showing in her eyes.

He smiled. "Perfect." He thought for a moment. "Is there such a thing as better than perfect?"

"We're supposed to do ratings, aren't we?" she asked. "Like Uber does for that driver waiting for me outside?"

He nodded. "Five stars for you."

Her eyes twinkled. "For you, too. I'd give you more."

She reached for his hand, squeezed it.

He watched her walk to the Uber car waiting on the side of the street. She got in it, and he watched it drive away.